Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.